The Rev. Canon Anne E. Kitch
Canon for Ministry Formation and Transitions
You trace my journeys and my resting-places
and are acquainted with all my ways.
In the moment before I scrape off the windshield, I notice the intricate patterns in the frost. I hesitate, remove my glove, and try to follow the lines with my finger, not touching the glass lest I mar the image. While I know that a specific combination of moisture and temperature are behind this phenomenon, I allow my mind to drift imagining that God was out early this morning and with a bit of loving whimsy left this design just for me. A trace of the holy.
And as I pause, I sense the Almighty, tracing my movements with finger or mind or eye. Knowing both the steps I take and the stops. I marvel at this, God discerning even my hesitations, my pauses, my in-betweens, my rest.
What kind of pattern do I leave in my wake? And is there an anticipated configuration ahead of me? Whether I am aware of it or not, each day I step out I move into God’s holy purpose. And I rest in her purpose as well. I envision for an instant what God might have in mind for me, if I paid attention. And the thought takes my breath away.